The red flowers are multiplying. Somehow it’s happening. At the beginning of the funeral there had been about ten orange ones in this little white vase placed around the coffin with the other arrangements. There was no name attached, not from any family or any person. Just the ten yellow tulips in an ivory vase. And now there are twenty. Twenty white tulips in that large, orange vase. And then, where once there were twenty tulips, now the bright red vase half the size of the poor coffin holds what is easily forty or fifty white, shivering flowers.